A Sexy Lass Poem by Randy McClave

Dark is her hair and also her eyes
And white is the color of her creamy thighs,
This I will say, as I must confess
She turns me on when she wears a dress.
Her lips are red and they are slightly parted
My fantasies for her have just started,
Around her cleavage there is always a slight tint
Seductiveness, is her hint.
Her fingernails are manicured and seductively painted
My heart and my breath both fainted,
And when I look upon her revealed firm legs
My heart then races, and my desire begs.
When I look or think of her I have a fantasy
And it's always how, her I want to see,
I need and I want to see her in a very short skirt
So, my passion could go into a red alert.
I see her now as she wears jeans or slacks
My mind, my soul both want to climax,
Then when she turns around and I see her shapely ass
I know indeed, that she is one sexy lass.

Randy L. McClave